“Good-bye.” Once again she embraced the mountain girl. “We will be back. Many times.”
She led Florence out into the moonlight. But even as she did so she cast an apprehensive look behind her. She was thinking still of the hearse in the moonlight. A fence hid it from her view. With a shudder she exclaimed, “Come! Let us go fast!”
CHAPTER VI
“THE CHEST IS EMPTY!”
“Jeanne, you left the door open!”
Standing on the stair landing before the door to their apartment, Florence gave her companion a reproving glance.
“I? Leave the door open?” The little French girl was vigorous in her denial. “To be sure I did not leave it open. I closed it tight!”
“Then,” said Florence, catching her breath, “some one has been here, may be here yet.”
“If they are here still, you may throw them out of the window. See, you have my permission.” Crowding past her, Jeanne entered their living room and snapped on the light.
What she saw caused her to hold up her hands in horror. The place was in the wildest state of confusion. Cushions had been dragged from sofas and chairs, beds tumbled about, dresser drawers emptied on the floor.
“Anyway,” Jeanne sighed, “they are gone.”